1155 Murong Pledged Allegiance and Returned Home, Returned Home! (3)
Enslavement.
Above the long banner, all were armors formed from the remnants of souls, fierce and unafraid of death.
These divine souls turned into Dao soldiers. With the guidance of the long banner, their power gathered and could instantly transform into the power to blast the sky.
This long banner was probably already a supreme treasure of the world.
“Heaven Sweeping Banner!”
“The Cloud Mist Dao Sect’s Heaven Sweeping Banner has been refined by thousands of immortals, fiends, and demons.”
Countless exclamations came from all directions.
There were countless treasures in the world. Those who could leave their names behind were those who had truly entered the battlefield and had valiant battle records.
Just like this long banner.
Slaying demons, exterminating monsters, every time it was used, it would influence the great situation of this world.
“One of the seven treasures of the Cloud Mist Dao Sect’s three banners. You really think highly of me.” Han Muye gripped the sword in his hand tightly, his expression unchanged as he flew towards the soul battle formation.
Since that was the case, let’s fight!
He waved his sword, and his battle intent and killing intent combined. His sword intent condensed into a thousand-foot-long light sword that shattered a thousand golden-armored Dao soldiers with a single strike.
However, these shattered dao soldiers only swayed their bodies before returning to their original state, triggering the golden spear to turn into a net that pressed down on Han Muye’s head.
“Clang—”
“Clang—”
The dense sounds of longswords slashing together formed a line.
The golden spear broke inch by inch before slowly pressing down.
Han Muye’s eyes flickered, and the sword light around him was as resplendent as the sun.
The golden net of light could only reach a hundred feet away from him, unable to press forward no matter what.
This Heaven Sweeping Banner was the suppression of divine soul power, and it could crush countless divine souls.
However, what Han Muye was least afraid of was soul power.
The soul power gathered on his two Primordial Spirit swords was countless times stronger than cultivators of the same level.
He had been enshrined as a god twice, cultivated the Grand Righteous Qi in the mortal world, and his soul was condensed in millions of Fragment Gold Ants.
At this moment, when the soul-crushing power of the Heaven Sweeping Banner descended, not only did his soul not collapse, but the previously loose soul power became even more solid under this pressure.
The sword edge turned into a light wheel, slowly shrinking from 100 feet to 90 feet.
This consumed a whole day.
Su Yunzi was not in a hurry.
mHe wanted everyone to watch how a Sword Dao genius elite was slowly crushed under the immortal treasures of the Dao Sect.
How could he show off the Dao Sect’s methods by killing the Yunlan Sword Immortal so easily?
Three days later, the golden net became 50 feet long.
The green and red sword light in Han Muye’s hand was already fast to the extreme before he could block this huge force that seemed to split the sky.
The power of his Sword Dao became stronger and stronger, and so did the power coming from the Heaven Sweeping Banner.
The Murong clansmen could only be imprisoned on the flying ship and watch helplessly as Han Muye was suppressed, but they had no way to save him.
It was impossible for them to even take a step forward in a battle between such great cultivators.
Three days later.
The space of sword light around Han Muye was only ten feet.
Within ten feet, the sword light was dazzling.
Three days later.
The space of the sword light was still 10 feet.
Three days later, the space of the sword light was still 10 feet!
Su Yunzi’s expression had turned serious.
The various cultivators watching around them were whispering among themselves.
Could it be that even the top treasures of the Dao Sect could not defeat a junior elite of the Sword Sect?
How strong was this Sword Dao elite?
Su Yunzi slowly turned his gaze to the Murong clan’s 12 flying ships.
“Kid, you’re very strong.”
Su Yunzi’s voice sounded in Han Muye’s ear.
Han Muye ignored him and swung his long sword.
These days, under the suppression of the Heaven Sweeping Banner, his sword light and soul power had become at least 10 times more condensed!
He forcefully suppressed his own strength, not intending to break free from the suppression of the Heaven Sweeping Banner, but rather wanting to hone his power slowly.
Such an opportunity was rare.
“Actually, there’s no need for me to kill you.
“Now, I’ll wipe out the Murong family and let you go.
“I’ve punished you enough these days.”
With that, Su Yunzi let out a long laugh and triggered the power of the Heaven Sweeping Banner to become even more violent. The power of the surrounding Dao Soldiers rumbled like thunder.
Within the 10-foot space, Han Muye’s body was shining with golden light.
Then, Su Yunzi’s voice sounded in the void.
“Yunlan Sword Immortal, my Dao Sect has punished you enough. I won’t take your life.
“The Murong family will be wiped out and refined into the Heaven Sweeping Banner. You can leave on your own.
“A minor punishment and a major warning, let’s see if there will be anyone in your Sword Sect who dares to disrespect my Dao Sect in the future.”
As his voice fell, Su Yunzi raised his hand slowly.
Finally, it was time to take action against the Murong family!
This scene made countless surrounding immortal cultivators whisper, but they did not dare to speak loudly.
Everyone knew that Su Yunzi had no choice but to resort to this method because he could not take down the Yunlan Sword Immortal.
Such methods were despicable.
But at this moment, who would say anything to stop him?
Who would dare offend the Dao Sect for irrelevant people?
In this vast Fuyu Immortal Realm, who had the ability and qualifications to do so?
The Dao Sect wiped out the Murong Family and punished the traitors to demonstrate their dominance.
Moreover, they punished the disciples of the Sword Sect while sparing their lives, showcasing their methods and maintaining restraint.
Even though many onlookers felt disdain for Su Yunzi’s actions, who would dare to say a word in front of the greater situation?
In the world of cultivators, the words of the strong were the truth.
“My Murong family has a heritage of 328,000 years, and our clan members have been loyal to the Dao Sect countless times. Yet, we now end up being slaughtered like cattle.”
“The heavens are unjust.”
“The heavens are unjust!”
On the deck, the restrained Murong Chi shouted at the top of his lungs.
Other members of the Murong family also shouted.
However, these words could not move anyone.
This was the cultivation world.
If the blood wasn’t cold, who could live forever?
Su Yunzi watched coldly. When he saw the Murong clansmen shouting, he slowly pressed his palm down.
His palm, shining with immortal light, transformed into a mountain that seemed to topple the heavens, smashing toward the 12 flying ships.
